Romance Novels About Forced Marriage Novels & Stories

I had seen the hurt in her eyes, but I had ignored it anyway. The call with my grandfather that night had shifted something inside me. His voice still rang in my head as I thrusted myself deep inside her. His repeated warnings on how I wasn’t allowed to love her. Not allowed to love my wife! It's insane that this whole contract and marriage thing was his idea and now, I wasn't allowed to love her. She did not deserve any of this. The moment she signed that contract and agreed to that marriage, she stepped into a dangerous world that followed me everywhere. Now her brother had paid the price for it.

And I will make sure to get the passcode. “No, I won’t. Why should I listen to you always, huh? This time, you listen to me and be a good old grandpa and give me the passcode.” I retorted. “Stop behaving like a typical wife and do not disobey me.” He gritted, getting up from the sofa but stood still and did not take any further steps towards me. I held the phone tighter in my palm and contemplated my next step. “Forced Wife.” I retorted, my blood boiling in sheer anger and hatred for this monster thinking about the day he married me.

“It’s our obligation to serve the Corsican Mafia, it’s the life we were fucking born into, the life we were born to lead. It’s not fair for you to say all this shit, defying Padre’s wishes. He’s getting old and frail, the least you can do is listen to what he fucking tells you to do in his last years.” “If Padre half cared about us as much as we cared about him, he wouldn’t be forcing me to marry this bitch Maricruz in the first place.” I ran my hands through my hair stressfully, sweating profusely as the wind lapped in my face. Just wishing that things could be different. “Well instead of working yourself up into a state and stressing yourself out about this, why don’t you take some time to

“But… I can’t marry you! It doesn’t sound normal. Why the hell would I do that?” “Well, as you might have guessed, you don’t have a choice in this situation. You either agree to the contract marriage or I’ll send you back to jail.” My heartbeat accelerated at that threat and I realized that I was basically trapped between two hells. Return back to jail or agree to this atrocity. “Do not get the wrong idea, I don’t particularly want this. You'll be my last option when it comes to marriage.” He pointed out and I’d be lying if I claimed that didn’t hurt.

“That's a wife's job, in case you didn't know.” The answer slipped out before I could even think about it. I don't know since when I'd become someone who always fired back at everything he said. Maybe it really was true, I just wanted to argue with him. Because that was the only thing I could still do. Maximilian had taken my freedom, forced me into marriage, and even decided where I had to live. Talking back was the only thing I could do without hurting myself, and he let me do it. So fine, let me fight him with words.

Book 5 features new characters and storylines, all centered around dark romance and forced marriage to the merciless Mafia. *** I was taken by the enemy, kidnapped by a monster. A ruthless Bratva leader, decades older, claims me as his rightful prize. Forced to wear his ring, our sham marriage seals my fate. I’m an innocent, untouched, and now his captive bride. Bound to his will, my freedom is a distant memory. He’s the darkness that haunts my every waking moment.

“NO, we can’t.” “What do you mean we can’t?” He asked and I could see the anger in his face as the truth of a forced marriage was starting to sink in. "If you and Jared want to keep your business and to keep your house and remain debt free, then we can't. Ace said that if I didn’t marry him that he would run your business to the ground and tear down your house that you worked so hard for and that he would pay all of your debts.” I said Alex’s eyes grew wide with shock. “You – you knew… about my house? The business?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes. I came over that day when the man in the suit talked to you guys. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but… and then the man left and I tried to leave too, but

I’m sick of being his secret, someone he gets to have in the shadows while I’m still betrothed to someone else in the light. We started sneaking around a month after he moved in. We developed a friendship over our shared love for literature, and then we started seeing each other on my nineteenth birthday. I was completely unraveled by the prospect of being his permanently, so I pushed for the marriage. Now, all I feel is regret. A firm knock alerts me, and I shudder as he walks in, closing and locking the door behind him without a word. "Penelope, are you alright?" he asks, his sickening British accent hitting me hard, sparking rage at how enthralling he still sounds.

“What happened earlier? I did it for him! Yes, for him! I saw the look on his grandpa’s face, and I saw that he only wanted to see his grandson happily married, so he won’t be alone later when he leaves this world. And to see his wife live happily too, together. I agreed to all this just for him! So his grandfather would at least be happy with that. And what did he do? He blamed me. Called me… called me a climber! A…” I paused, glancing into the driver’s eyes. My anger found a target—handsome, tall, calm… yet I had no idea who it really was. I paused and continued. “Truly, I signed the marriage contract for money,” I continued, this time a little more emotional. “To pay my father’s debts, to

She barked at Kristof. Kristof just stood there, watching Spencer who laid on the bed offering herself. Or at least, offering her body. "I won't take you tonight. I will never force you to do something you don't want to do." The words were soft. "Well that's a little late now, don't you think? I was forced. Forced to marry you! I am young, beautiful, I was in love with someone, and now? Now I am married to you. Look at you. You’re pathetic and ugly. Look at you then look at me! How could you possibly think we can make each other happy?"